The Problem with Abundance

i was sitting comfy at home, relaxed and riding the fexeril pony as i watched God knows what on my tv. then i got a text. i’m paraphrasing since in my flexeril stupor i deleted the text string.

she mentioned that she had red-boxed some movies and she thought if like them, i should check them out. i responded that i could come over and see for myself if i liked them. she replied that she’ll let me me know if she thought i’d like them so i can rent them. and i kept the frame of me coming over.

10 minutes passed. nothing.

she reframed with how good her cooking was coming out. *aaaaah, she wants keep up the conversation*

i replied with if i’m not invited over to watch the movies with her, i was making other plans. tick-tock, tick-tock.

nothing.

no biggie, but there was just one problem. her name’s tiffany. i can’t for the life of me put her face to her name. all i know is she’s a stripper at my local strip club. lol. i have to wait to run into her again at the club to figure out who the hell she is.